If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps

Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid It, Hopes Of Honest Men!

Money, Again, Has Often Been A Cause Of The Delusion Of The Multitudes. Sober Nations Have All At Once Become Desperate Gamblers, And Risked Almost Their Existence Upon The Turn Of A Piece Of Paper.

If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps The King Would Change With Me.

Water Is The Mother Of The Vine, The Nurse And Fountain Of Fecundity, The Adorner And Refresher Of The World.

An Arrow May Fly Through The Air And Leave No Trace; But An Ill Thought Leaves A Trail Like A Serpent.